You just see ALL THE DAMN parallels Sora and Kairi share with Yuya and Yuzu…it just makes your heart want to burst…
Both are childhood friends.
One went on a long journey to find the other; Sora searching the worlds for Kairi, Yuya jumping the dimensions for Yuzu.
The girls wanting to do their best to develop themselves to help the one they love; Kairi learning to wield her keyblade properly, Yuzu learning Fusion Summoning.
Both boys saving the girls from a life-threatening incident: Sora shielding Kairi with his body in an attempt to take Terra-Xehanort’s blow meant for her, Yuya using his acrobatic skills to jump from ledge to ledge to save a handcuffed Yuzu from falling to her death. (While doing so on a pink hippo wearing a top hat, no less.)
Both girls saving the boys from a dark fate; Kairi using her light to restore Sora from a heartless back into his normal body and saving him from fading into darkness, and again saving his life so he can save the others at the Keyblade Graveyard, Yuzu calling out to Yuya’s true nature to break him free from the control of his original self, Zarc.
God, these nerds are SO WHOLESOME!~~
Both pairs are truly two sides of the same coin, and it’s so goddamn sweet….
Sometimes you just need a cuddle with your dragon boyfriend.
#justbazthings
I wrote a ficlet based on this and forgot to post it! Here we go:
Baz enters our bedroom wordlessly and crawls up my body. I’m sitting on the bed, back propped against the headboard in nothing but my pants (it’s not a hot day, I’m just endlessly warm), but I can tell from his touch that it’s not that kind of embrace. That’s not what he needs right now.
“Baz?”
He presses his body against my side and rests his head where my chest and stomach meet. There’s a little dip there between the two chubby parts of my torso, and he likes to bury his nose in it. He does that now, slinging an arm over me to pull me flush against him.
“Simon,” he sighs.
I hold him in return with a hand pressed to his ribs and the other tangling in his hair. It’s a bit greasy, if I’m honest, which sends alarm bells ringing in my head.
“Alright babe?” I try.
He shakes his head. Okay, not alright then. What am I supposed to do with that? (I don’t mean that in a shit way, it’s more like- what’s the next step for helping Baz cope? What’s the plan, who do I need to fight off or rescue to make things better?)
There isn’t a battle, though. Not anywhere but inside his head. Some days it’s in mine, others it’s in his, the worst days is when it’s both. My therapist would tell me to focus on what I can control, like communicating.
“I’ve got you,” I say, giving the communicating thing a go.
He nods. His hand slips around my side and grabs onto my upper arm to tug us impossibly closer. I stroke his hair with a whisper-touch, the kind I can’t stand getting and he can’t get enough of.
“Hold me,” he whispers.
I frown. “I am.”
“Hold me more.”
He doesn’t mean harder, I don’t think. (He likes it better when I’m gentle. I like it better, too.) I’ve got so many ways to hold him, though, and I’m only using my arms right now. I amend this by wrapping my tail around his lower back, followed by a wing cocoons around his entire body.
